A Quiet Song Poem by Francis Meyrick

A Quiet Song



A Quiet Song


One day I'll be gone
quietly moving on
I'm just riding through
enjoying time here with you
I'm hoping the reams
of my oft scribbled dreams
might awaken some stirrings
some soft, quiet whirrings.

Do you ever hear
musing long,
a quiet song
not far, not near
that makes your soul
ache to be whole,
And your inner being
demand seeing?

Do you ever stare
some time, some where
across the sea
pensively
pondering the sky
wondering why
the evening light
fades into night?

Have you ever sensed
fleeting but strong
a fragile peace
that lifts you along?
To soar with those dreams
that ripple like streams
forever and bright
in the never twilight?

Acceptance of Man
a chuckle with God
trust in His plan
when He gives us the nod
forgiveness of self
-the most difficult call-
then the long, steady steps
to the Banquet Hall.



Francis Meyrick
(c)

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